Wednesday, May 28, 2014

For POETS UNITED ~ Midweek Motif ~ Best Friend ~ 'You, a Flower, Me a Piece of Wood' ~

Your thoughtful  smile makes me stay
 a little while more than I really should
Lost in space I am like Icarus, wings burnt-
 I would fly over ethereal plain if I could-

 To meet you at this stage of life,
 The distances are understood,
Of age  culture and traditions, You’
 a flower and me, a piece of wood.

 images  formed,  are shattered soon
Time like dust ,vanishes over the moon,
You inspire me and give me hope though
 as friends for long I’m scared  of the scope

What lies ahead what tomorrow brings 
What, where, now’  I will not think,
See the miracle of hearts and feelings
With all the spaces, no family dealings-

I am hopeful of good and beautiful things
As shared in moments short and precious
Your advice as a doctor full and sincere
Given asked and unasked,without fee or fear

We met as friends as friends should be
Who make life joyful  light  and easy
I will remember till heartbeats permit
If humans are  friends Allah’s Blessings are writ

Friday, May 23, 2014

For POETS UNITED ~ Midweek Motif ~ The Color Green ~

 Armed with the strength of  faith and  a sharp skean
treading stealthily through the unknown unseen dene 
who so deeply sought the precious embedded sphene?
bitterly tough and rough it was, not at all like gean
passing through desert  uphill and down Azbine
weary heavy parched as dryness ached the skin
O' if only nearby would be a shebeen'  
but no' so near is destination amazing velveteen
do not think of red or white or brown-just Green'
nor the number thirteen nor the grand limousine 
Beware' Beware' Beware' the covered unforseen'
O Sweet Cool Hippocrene make me see think write  
a colored rainbow all green green and all over green 
For Green is Life sweet and fresh forever is the Evergreen' 

Monday, May 19, 2014

Upside Down

World is round and moving
so we know
but what skill the grand kids show
before you know
green from brown
the whole world goes
upside down

Friday, May 16, 2014

For POETS UNITED ~ Midweek Motif ~ Bicycling ~ There is a Bicycle ~

There is a  bicycle 

in every Cycle of Life 
and so there was in mine
I never owned one but always rode one
and pushed around I guess, about nine'
Johnny brought his red tricycle
Father had a grand Raleigh
Uncle got a Rustam - Sohrab
 there was always one to grab after cooking 
 the bicycle waited' free without rent or booking'
my kids got one each then grand kids rode 
to their height and reach

the love of bicycles continued in life
and so does the need,some use it to sell
their goods
some take the milk for sale through the woods

My son far away from home, now on his own
found the love of his life in a land full of bikes 
Mom my wish is granted  by the Lord
I pedal and travel,free of any fuel fraud
bicycles have stories fun and hurts
bruised knees feet and torn shirts
but the best I believe may be this one
a true depiction of the new generation
aware of rights votes and deception 
seen in the city surely all over the country
participants of the recent democratic election

Thursday, May 8, 2014

In Response to D'Verse ' Tree Poetry' ~ Do Trees Miss people ?

Trees miss people too
I know this as true
for this year
I have not been
able to be with one
we planted just outside
our small cottage,
I have not been
able to stand close
to touch it
smile at it
feel its leaves
or remove
the extra twigs
that grow
just like that
because I was ill
and on doctor's orders 'rest
Only a few flowers
perhaps to tell me
that it is there
for me
no more blossoms
have appeared

I know they are waiting for me
to climb the stairs
step on the terrace
and console them
to speak to comfort
and smile-

I have missed the
communication with Nature
as Nature seems to have missed

O’Dear People ‘ See The Truth 
in Trees Flowers
Rain Clouds and Birds-

Who holds their wings
as they fly high
with the unseen breeze
and then with a
Message return to
The Trees

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

For POETS UNITED ~ Home Is Not The Same ~

Poems ABOUT children ~ NOT poems for children. 

My dear daughter, 
home is not the same -
since time took you away to your own,
you are special, you will always be,
for the love and care you have shown;
to my mom and me; and to 
all around you, known and unknown;
for the peace you would bring
to all arguments and all things;
you are special for all you shared
held my bags, dresses books and spared-
stored and saved my weakening strength;
when you gave me time,
you could have spent with your friends-
thank you dear, May Allah make all amends - 
and Bless you with joy peace and love
from all ends,  amen.
of the Heavens and Universe;
You are my precious daughter,
my life my soul I think of you always,
Always in my heart, and never to part,

    Missing you son

    I never felt the distance before
    Nor sensed the silence in the room,
    I never missed the familiar footstep  
    Nor the clutching click of the door;  
    Now often I think I hear  
    The soft burr of your bike
    Rolling, whirring in the lane
    The lifting flick of the gate way latch
    And the 'tick tick' on the window pane;
   At times I see you on the prayer mat
   Or in your writing chair;
   Where you would sit for hours on end
   To read and write and note and plan,
   And from time to time
   Would turn around, to
   Exchange  a  friendly chat;

   And now I know why God made sons
  Why faith and peace is strong,
  When love is true and distances long,
   No absence can ever break the bond;

   And now I know
   How one so close, can be so far away,
   No one can show, no one can wait
  To stop and pat and wipe your tears away;
   My son My dear, in distant land
  You are with me, each day
  As when I first held your hand
  You first opened your eyes,
  And tried to say…."Aye"

  Time moved on and time moves on
  Time is just fair
  My son My dear, in another land,
  You are not here ….
  You left the footsteps in the sand;
  I know… I wake up with a start,
 You are forever in my heart;

  Your helmet heavy in your hand,
  I see you, standing there.


Tuesday, May 6, 2014

For POETS UNITED ~ The Living Dead ~ Honoring Our Poetic Ancestors ~ T S Eliot ~ So We Should Have Known'

Inspired by Poets United- Rosemary's tribute to 
A E Housman
Thomas Stearns Eliot OM (26 September 1888 – 4 January 1965) was an essayist, publisher, playwright, literary and social critic and "one of the twentieth century's major poets." Born in St. Louis, Missouri in the United States, he moved to the United Kingdom in 1914 (at age 25) and was naturalised as a British subject in 1927 at age 39.
Eliot attracted widespread attention for his poem The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (1915), which is seen as a masterpiece of the Modernist movement. It was followed by some of the best-known poems in the English language, including The Waste Land (1922), The Hollow Men (1925), Ash Wednesday (1930) and Four Quartets (1945). He is also known for his seven plays, particularly Murder in the Cathedral (1935). He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1948, "for his outstanding, pioneer contribution to present-day poetry."

Some Lines Inspired by 'The Wasteland'

So we should have known

April is the cruellest month or is it ?
bare branches sprouting tiny greens
mixing sorrow of defeat with defiance,
Spring rain drizzles consistently
and snow suddenly surprised us
We stopped in Mohali
went on in half daylight

So we should have known

Emperors of ice creams, not
 long ago when I was a child
crossed barbed wires
carried across borders
frightened, slept in a camp
for two days and two nights
And so I was told and so we knew

wonder how Mother felt 
and held us ? tight' - then on we came
to the pine filled  Northern Hills
and I knew not, was I taking refuge?
was it a shelter? 
or a home in a new land?
So we should have known

What was left in enemy's hand
where are the roots 
 that make a family?
out of masses murdered
who survived or committed suicide?

I cannot say or even guess
For I have seen only images-
heard only broken low voices
which lost half the thought
in trying not to remember

heaps of still breathing bodies
cut or slayed,blood splattered
trains,roads and fields-
Death! Deaths! Dying for a cause
sacrifice yet not supreme-why?

and so we should have known
why we laughed and sang
then why we cried and cry
silently again. in pain-
we suffered in the remains
and the stories continued
told and retold 
as lands were sold
and rivers ran dry

who will care? who cares?
walking shadows, listless hordes
seeking failing drifting falling
Stop ' Look' Beware'
the crown on the statue'
of studded freedom
and we were so innocent
playing games, jumping ropes
reading white and blue and
all that was said in red

and so we should have known
slavery is not dead
which song is stilled
which bird is killed
where is the eagle perched?
how high it flies and has flown
only the discerning eye may see
only the desiring heart may feel
so touch not the forbidden
but seek the Unseen The Hidden

Come under the shadow of the rock
you will find flowers secretly growing
receiving blessed showers
Turn back to the valley
as memories stir, dawn breaks
snowy peaks reveal freedom awaits
in the new Light'

and so we should have known
so we should know...
Providence has more...

Monday, May 5, 2014

In Response to ~ Poetry Jam Prompt ~ Sunset ~ Till A Fixed Time ~

O Glorious Circle
 illumined, unending 
serving eternally the unseen 
and life in all forms manifest
living in a golden palace 
 in the River Okeano
till a fixed time

Nothing survives without you
You the Guardian of oaths
 Symbol of the gift of sight
travel across the skies , in
a four winged horse chariot
effulgent scathingly warm
till a fixed time

I a spirit celestial but human form
am one with Light from morn till
the hours reach their allowed limit,
and darkness begins to emerge
and merge,casting a pall, studded
with starry jewels gems twinkling
till a fixed time
sunset sends a message strong
I cannot stay, after, all day long 
half the job done, half the job to do
must move on for other world too-
be not lonely for you may not see
but I leave behind a shining company
till a fixed time

sunsets are glorious colors galore
so many years and many to come, more
each evening I sit and watch, colors, dance
round and round, opening endless circles
amazingly moving closer, in  receding miracles
till a fixed time.

and when I see the sunset spreading
I know life is not ending,no loneliness
prevailing,as flocks fly slowly by
homeward bound happily silently  
all have to go, to safety,to sleep
promises to fulfill ,to thank,not weep
love is Eternal  The Lord Keeps
till a fixed time....

Sunset Photography Credit: CER-Anjum Wasim Dar Copyright 2014

Sunday, May 4, 2014

In Response to Brenda's Wordle ~ 159 ~ Dreading the Jian ~

Looking for' Cormorant' Balor or Graeae ?
fearful of Cyclops, dreading the Jian ?

O Blackbird" have you lost an eye?
broken a wing, cannot see or fly?

Fear not for thou art free
with one eye you may see
in the darkness of the night
 till sleepy sun wakes, to light

evil dead that live to fight
arise from coffins, 
a zombie sight, moments
of life tenderly tight

blood sucking creatures 
fine apparent features
capped and covered out
of sight, 

O Blackbird protect your wings
in the air are dangerous things
you may feel  lighter
but life is not light

Beware !

Lurking low in branches
high in the cloudy corners
enemy's machines n mortars
all set to cut your flight' 

Prompt Wordle